The Niche

Miss. Misled

We are strangers.

It hurts me from the inside to say it. I hate it. I was so happy last night; I came smiling today in the school only to find that we are strangers, again.

I went to him to say hello and he refused to address me; he just ignored me like I never existed.

I was almost in tears; I wanted him to talk to me. Not anything but just a little acknowledgement can make my day.

But no, stupid boys and their stupid brain structure, full of twists and turns, you never know what they are thinking. You will never know what they will do.

Duel faced morons.

We gelled perfectly. I being the dreamer imagined 'our' wonderland, 'our' perfect world, in the matter of nine hours. Now I feel like a loser, such an asshole loser.

I hate him

That, I would love to tell myself but I know, I fucking know; tomorrow he will smile at me again and I will again fall for him.

Every pain and anguish will be forgotten.

That is what the girls are like, right. Talk to them whenever you are alone and want some entertainment. Leave them when you feel like it.

I felt a turbulence of feelings around me and I wanted to run away, because every instance from last night was playing inside my head.

I remembered today morning, when I spent extra time to dress up to look good, for him.

I remember not eating breakfast so that I can get to school early to talk to him for some extra minutes.

I remember thinking of him on my way school and smiling like an idiot.

Sure, I am an idiot.

Why do I think he will talk to me, that to in front of his friends.

As I ran towards my first class which was English everything around me was ignored.

I got their early and sat on third bench and opened my book.

I read till the bell rang and the teacher entered the classroom followed by him, asshole him.

I looked up and looked down again.

Before the class started he took the last bench as usual and got ready for his slumber. But his thought was soon overlooked when teacher shouted at him. She made him sit on the second bench right in front of me.

I waited for Vedika because I needed some support but she never came. Damn her.

The class commenced and we stared reading a piece of literature. After the reading came discussing and we stared answering the question, except Dhruv, of course.

He wasn't even taking notes and sat still. Once he turned around to look at me to ask for a pen.

A pen

What type of a student doesn't bring a pen with him, seriously?

Dhruv type

I gave him with a scowl on my face, bidding it farewell because I know I will never get it back.

The class was longer than anticipated and by the end I of it I was fidgeting and feeling restless; contrary to me Dhruv was relaxed on his bench with no type of emotions showing on his face.

He was looking straight ahead of him and meditated on the wall not even listening what teacher had to say.

The class got over and the teacher left the room.